To Sdnga- Tanga and Back. 131 
When the delicious sea-breeze had tempered 
the heat, we set out for the forest, and passed the 
afternoon in acquiring a certainty that we had 
again been “ done.” However, we saw the new 
guides, and supplied them with ammunition for 
the next day. The evening was still and close; 
the Ifuru (sandflies) and the Nchuna (a red gad-fly) 
were troublesome as usual, and at night the mos¬ 
quitoes phlebotomized us till we hailed the dawn. 1 
A delightful bath of salt followed by fresh water, 
effectually quenched the fiery irritation of these 
immundicities. 
Wednesday, as we might have expected, was 
wasted, although the cool and cloudy weather was 
perfection for a cruize. As we sat waiting for a 
boat, a youth rushed in breathless, reporting that 
he had just seen an “ole man gorilla” sitting in a 
tree hard by. I followed him incredulously at 
first, but presently the crashing of boughs and 
distant grunts, somewhat like huhh! huhh! huhh ! 
caused immense excitement. After half a day’s 
hard work, which resulted in nothing, I returned 
to Bwamange, and met the “ boat-king,” whose 
1 I did not see the Iboko, which M. du Chaillu (chap, xvi,) 
calls the “bocof 1 ’ but, from the native description, I determined 
it to be the tsetse. He names the sandfly (chap, xvi.) “ igoo- 
gouai.” His “ ibolai” or “ mangrove fly ” is “ owole ” in the sin¬ 
gular, and “ iwole ” in the plural. The wasp, which he terms 
“ eloway,” is known to the Mpongwe people as “ewogoni.” 
